Heron Lake Plateau very rare, mom jeans on her derriere

towhee looked upon him with a smile -- one tegan recognized was filled with relief. yeah yeah, sad boi hours were over -- time for menacing. but that wasn't the point of this conversation, and tegan would gloss over that if she tried to say anything -- but she didn't. maybe she knew how much tegan hated talking about his feelings. good, about time someone learned. 

she said something, instead, that implied she was ready to hear him out. not really feeling nervous, because he already kind of knew the answer, tegan puffed up a little bit, his ears pressing forwards. expecting rejection, but entirely ready to at least speak it into the world (because he didn't hold much back, this was a known fact), tegan said, "i think i've matured a lot in the last month." he paused, but that wasn't it. he was more or less expecting a reaction on towhee's end. like a 'yeah you totally have you're like the most mature wolf i've ever met' or maybe a 'no fuck you you infant'. he wasn't sure which one he expected more.

and then he continued. "i want a spot in the hierarchy -- next to you," he said firmly, his gaze lighting up with something like ambition? or something? we don't often use that word ambitious when it comes to tegan. "i think the pack need an actual ambassador in leadership to represent us, and i think i've more than earned it pulling my weight. i'm ready for it." his tail flicked as he realized, oh fuck, he actually was a little nervous. no no, no nerves. just bad ass steal and coping mechanisms. "i think the redhawks need a blackthorn in the leadership again." cause, ya know, the rest of them fucking left.